It was the kind of place you went when your earthly troubles became too much for you and you were looking for a creative way to commit suicide.

The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.

Do you have spies in Clan Heavy?” “I have spies everywhere.” I looked at Andrea, who was hoarding bacon on her plate. “She had tea with Mahon’s wife.” Andrea said. Aunt B looked at her. “You and I need to work on your air of mystery.

Superstitions add texture to life.

You know what I like about you? You have no sense. You sit here in my house, you can barely hold a spoon, and you're telling me 'no'. You'd pull on Death's whiskers if you could reach them.

It's not your job to die for your Pack! It's your job to make the other bastards die for theirs.

I finally realized the source of your mutual attraction," Saiman said, his voice dry. "You both think violence is foreplay.